Chapter 48 Always Kill When They Appear
Han was somewhat carried away with his pride: "It's hard for you to have kept this a secret for so many years. Everyone is only doing it because of the title 'Lord Jin Fang,' which is understandable. However, a woman disguising herself as a man and impersonating the crown prince is a crime punishable by the confiscation of her family property and the extermination of her clan. Not only can you not bear the responsibility, but even the lord, the king, and his brother cannot bear it."
"What are you going to do?" Mu Xi knew she was powerless to stop Han Shi.
But judging from Han's smug and unhurried demeanor, he probably has other plans in store.
Mu Xi tried to move her shoulders.
The movement of his shoulder aggravated the wound, causing blood to gush out again, making him wince in pain.
Seeing this, Madam Han became even more smug: "So, the young master has admitted it? That's good. Don't panic, there's still room for negotiation..."
Even if she had only one breath left, she would not want to see the smug face of a villain. But as soon as Han said that, Mu Xi immediately realized what was going on.
The matter of a woman disguising herself as a man and impersonating the crown prince involves the entire Jin Fangjun Mansion.
If this matter is exposed, Jin Fangjun's title will be in jeopardy, and she will lose her life, but the Gao family will not gain anything either.
The most advantageous course of action would be to use this matter to coerce the ruler into promoting his son to the throne.
As expected, Madam Han continued, "There can only be one heir, but the Marquis has two sons. I don't know why the Marquis is so determined to give the position of heir to that 'son of a concubine.' You are, after all, the eldest daughter of the Marquis. Are you really so willing to accept this? Our Mu Chong, although not born of the same mother as you, is still the legitimate son of the principal wife. If you cooperate and give the position of heir to our Mu Chong, we will not make things difficult for you in the future, out of consideration for our family."
“If that’s the case, it’s not difficult.” Mu Xi’s pair of exquisite eyes were like the moon over a deep abyss, or like a startled swan skimming across a pool, shooting out a breathtakingly cold light.
A cold glint flashed by, but Han didn't even notice it. She was overjoyed by the words "not difficult at all": "Oh my, if we had known that the young master was so easy to talk to, all these years... hehe... we wouldn't have gone through so much trouble."
“Yes, if you had just said it sooner, I wouldn’t have had to hide it so hard.” Mu Xi’s lips curled into a smile that was hard to decipher, and she casually tugged at the rope bell by the bed.
Is there anyone guarding outside? Is there anyone else who can hear us?
Madam Han did not object to this action at all: "It's no use for the young master to ring the bell. All the people in the East Courtyard have been sent out and will not be back for a while. Now only this old woman is here to 'take care' of the young master."
"Oh? I see. Well, Madam Han must have had a hard time tonight." Mu Xi released her grip on the rope, her eyes glancing casually at the octagonal table.
Madam Han was quite pleased that Mu Xi had changed her title to a more "polite one," but she remained vigilant: "What does the young master intend to do?"
Mu Xi struggled to move her body, but she was too weak to move. She stumbled and fell, pulling down the gauze curtain and ropes along with her, and fell heavily to the ground.
Han stood up abruptly: "You...you'd better not try anything funny."
Mu Xi struggled to sit up, ignoring the further aggravation of her wounds, and forced a bitter smile: "It's nothing, I just wanted to get a glass of water to soothe my throat, cough cough..."
Madam Han looked down on him, and seeing that Mu Xi was even having trouble breathing, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Fine, let this old woman serve the young master water."
"Th...thank you, cough cough..." Mu Xi struggled to stand up from the ground, only to find that she had no shoes on. She picked up the bell rope from the ground and casually asked, "Is there really no one outside who can hear the bell?"
Han poured a glass of water from the table, ignoring Mu Xi's actions, and instead chuckled, "Young Master, there's no need to wait for anyone to come. During the days you were unconscious, no one left your side. However, since we're going to discuss such a secret and important matter tonight, this old woman naturally needs to make arrangements in advance."
"That's true." Mu Xi agreed, reaching out to take the water glass that Han Shi handed her.
Just as my fingers were about to touch it, the glass slipped and fell with a "thud".
"Ah..." Mu Xi exclaimed in surprise.
Han instinctively bent down to catch it.
"Now." Mu Xi's consciousness recoiled, instantly giving way to the volatile personality.
The volatile personality gained the upper hand in an instant, pounced like a leopard, and took advantage of Han's bending over to put the rope he was holding around her neck.
"Ah..." In an instant, the situation changed drastically, and Han only had time to utter a short cry.
Once his volatile temper kicked in, he concentrated all his strength, tightening his grip on the bell rope with both hands, preventing Han from making a second sound.
Han was short in stature but had great strength.
His volatile temper erupted, and the wound on his chest suddenly ripped open.
"Ugh..." Han struggled desperately, kicking the ground with her legs and overturning the table and stools where the lamp stand and teapot were placed.
With a "clatter," the inner room plunged into darkness.
Mu Xi felt a chill in her heart. Despite the loud noise of their struggle, no one outside rushed over.
Where have they all gone?
A violent personality; he's ruthless and will kill anyone who comes near him.
Mu Xi can only pray silently now, hoping that this time will be no exception.
Han's struggles began to weaken.
Mu Xi could feel that the little strength she had left in her body had been completely exhausted: "Let go, she should be moving no more."
"No...you have to die...ah..." With a roar from his violent personality, he unleashed his last bit of strength.
He quickly wrapped the two ends of the bell rope around his hands twice more, then suddenly turned around and grabbed Han's back.
Han's feet left the ground, and she weakly kicked twice more.
He's not quite dead yet, as expected.
The waiting process felt like an eternity.
Mu Xi's consciousness blurred again.
I don't know how much time passed, until my head and body went from burning hot to ice cold, my arms gradually lost feeling, and the warm blood in my chest turned cold. Suddenly, I shivered violently.
With a thud, Han fell to the ground.
Mu Xi seemed to wake up again, only to find that her consciousness had regained control of her body.
However, at this moment, apart from the strength to breathe, he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.
Half of Han's body was pressed firmly onto her left leg, motionless; she was already dead.
"I killed someone again?"
Once this is realized, an overwhelming sense of fear and guilt washes over you.
Mu Xi felt dizzy again, but dared not faint.
Killing the Han family was a last resort, but how should we handle the aftermath this time?
Just then, shouts came from afar: "Where are they? Where have they all gone?"
Mu Xun's voice grew louder as he called out, "Young Master? Elder Brother?"
Upon hearing Mu Xun's voice, Mu Xi's heart lit up.
Immediately, the door was pushed open with a bang.
Mu Xun rushed in, then paused, "This..."
Mu Xi finally managed to raise her arm and pointed to Han's corpse on the ground: "I... killed someone again."
Mu Xun didn't care at all and picked up Mu Xi in one go: "Are you alright?"
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